Too Young, yet, Too Old

We sat in the mud
We played by the stones
We danced in the rain
With happiness nobody owns.

It makes me wonder then
What caused our separation?
Did we drown in our miseries...

And forget the world in desperation?

We are far apart now
Too far away to come close again.
There is no turning back now...
No more dancing in the rain.

It takes a strong effort
To live in what is called the PRESENT
It remains a game of logic though
And for logic alone it is meant.

I preach not
About forgetting the past
For, ever instance is a lesson
Its up to you to make it last.

There are stones in the path
There are gates barring the way
Let's keep the goal in mind throughout
A goal we will achieve someday.

A trial is always a must
To renew broken connections
An attempt is always worth
The watch, the wait, the tension.

Look for no morals here
For you may find none
Listen to your heart beating
For it beats for some.

If we were to know our purpose
Life would not be a path
Experience would not teach
There would be no WRATH.

-Me